Long before Honey Boo Boo became a household name and TLC amused millions with Toddlers & Tiaras, I was in childhood pageants. Now, in defense of my mom, the 80s were a simpler time. Nobody wore fake hair or fake eyelashes, and our baby bodies were fully covered.
Still, a few years of this around the Southeast led to a closet full of trophies. By the time I traded in my ballgowns in favor of tap shoes and cheer poms, there was enough bounty to warrant a trophy case. My little sister later got her own trophy case to house her childhood awards.
My sister eventually moved her curio cabinet elsewhere, while mine stayed at my childhood home as one more thing for my mom to dust. She asked me several times if I wanted it, and I didn’t. Even now in my home with “space,” I didn’t care for it.
One day I took home my prom and homecoming crowns, but that was all. Now they live someplace in my attic with dust bunnies and other few memorabilia. Not because the crowns meant so much to me but because of the memories they evoked.
These crowns signified times in my life where a lot was happy and a lot was sad – all at the same time. AKA the high school years. Still, if my house were to catch fire these are not items I would grab. (And not just because I have no idea where they are.)
None of these “treasures” would bring a bootleg on eBay. But that’s not the point in regarding them as insignificant. It’s mind over matter: being Kingdom-minded rather than letting the matter of this world matter.
The Kingdom Mindset
The older I get, the less I care about “stuff.” Each time my husband and I have moved, we kept less and less of our belongings even with upgrading in storage space. When you’re in your mid-30s it’s hard to look at high school stuff the same way.
Despite seeing once-beloved belongings as out-of-date junk, the issue boils down to it all being temporary.
Going back to the fire analogy, I wouldn’t risk my life to grab anything in my home that wasn’t breathing. Well, maybe besides my laptop and my Papa’s favorite coat. Even then, I know my Papa is in heaven and his coat means nothing compared to the memories I have with him and the ones I yet have to make.
The more I dive into the Bible and focus on living out God’s calling on my life, the less I care about this world.
That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy decorating my home or planting flowers or seeing my kids get a gift they’ve wanted for some time. But those “happys” are so temporary and insignificant in comparison to seeing someone’s life changed by the gospel or having a friend give a testimony of how others have been there for him or her.
Peace Beyond Belongings
The last time I visited my mom, I noticed that the bulky trophy case had been replaced with a small end table and a dollhouse for my daughter. Not one bit of me missed the rusty rhinestones and fake golden columns that signified so much of my formative years. In fact, I was happy to know that my mom no longer had to dust around all that mess.
When you get to the point that you no longer miss things, you know that you’re more focused on what really matters in life rather than material possessions. And even Honey Boo Boo now sees the importance of what matters most.
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